i mostly lurk on the stories section of the forum but i thought i would post something for a change.
about a month ago i was at a friend's house warming party - it was a small gathering of people. three girls and two guys. it was also a good-bye party, as our group was breaking up at that point (everyone leaving the area except the girl whose house-warming party it was. yeah, i know. welcome and goodbye). there was some pretty strong sexual tension between me and one of the guys - we'll call him tom. it had been building for weeks, but we pretty rarely got to see each other so it came out in the form of charged innuendos through text messaging (i'm not a big text message person but as someone who likes to tease the idea of sending someone a quick charge in a few packaged words at random points in the day has really grown on me). this guy is also incredibly witty - a good source of entertainment 🙂. so this night had the potential to be our last to hang out and the tension between us was pretty close to the breaking point. i think it was torture for both of us to share the same room with 4 others at the party, but the situation was such that it wouldn't have felt right leaving. the party went on all night, but at about 4 am two people had passed out, leaving me, him, and another girl. we were all laying on the floor next to each other - i was in the middle and tom was to my right, with his head on my stomach (that could not have been a comfortable position but i think he wanted an excuse to be touching). it was at that point in the night when everything was hilarious. my stomach and cheeks already hurt from laughing. everyone had had quite a lot to drink, so when tom continued taking swigs from the whiskey bottle clutched in his hands i started getting slightly uneasy and eventually (playfully) snatched the bottle from him.
"noooooooo!!!!!" he shouted. "why did you do that?!" he was laying on his back with his head on my stomach but he turned to his side and reached across me to try to grab it. i was on my back and stretched away from him so we were both stretched taut, the whiskey bottle a couple inches from his grasp. so he explodes the tension between us (before this we hadn't touched each other very much) and sticks his fingers in my left armpit. feeling him tight against my body, then the tickling sensation shoot through my nerve endings starting in my left armpit, was doing incredibly tortuous things to my entire body. i jerked and spasmed while he continued tickling.
"stop it," i said, pretty unconvincingly, i think it had to be obvious i was enjoying it.
"give the whiskey back," he said, and "i'll stop."
"no," i said.
"alright then," he said. "i'll keep tickling you."
eventually he wrestled it away from me, but this fight went on and off for the next few hours, between bouts of random nonsensical conversation. he stayed mostly in the armpit area, with a little bit of knee squeezing. i was dying for him to explore a little more, but the one girl was still awake and watching us, and eventually we woke the others up, too.
i could have done that into the next day. it was wonderful and yet so unsatisfying.
about a month ago i was at a friend's house warming party - it was a small gathering of people. three girls and two guys. it was also a good-bye party, as our group was breaking up at that point (everyone leaving the area except the girl whose house-warming party it was. yeah, i know. welcome and goodbye). there was some pretty strong sexual tension between me and one of the guys - we'll call him tom. it had been building for weeks, but we pretty rarely got to see each other so it came out in the form of charged innuendos through text messaging (i'm not a big text message person but as someone who likes to tease the idea of sending someone a quick charge in a few packaged words at random points in the day has really grown on me). this guy is also incredibly witty - a good source of entertainment 🙂. so this night had the potential to be our last to hang out and the tension between us was pretty close to the breaking point. i think it was torture for both of us to share the same room with 4 others at the party, but the situation was such that it wouldn't have felt right leaving. the party went on all night, but at about 4 am two people had passed out, leaving me, him, and another girl. we were all laying on the floor next to each other - i was in the middle and tom was to my right, with his head on my stomach (that could not have been a comfortable position but i think he wanted an excuse to be touching). it was at that point in the night when everything was hilarious. my stomach and cheeks already hurt from laughing. everyone had had quite a lot to drink, so when tom continued taking swigs from the whiskey bottle clutched in his hands i started getting slightly uneasy and eventually (playfully) snatched the bottle from him.
"noooooooo!!!!!" he shouted. "why did you do that?!" he was laying on his back with his head on my stomach but he turned to his side and reached across me to try to grab it. i was on my back and stretched away from him so we were both stretched taut, the whiskey bottle a couple inches from his grasp. so he explodes the tension between us (before this we hadn't touched each other very much) and sticks his fingers in my left armpit. feeling him tight against my body, then the tickling sensation shoot through my nerve endings starting in my left armpit, was doing incredibly tortuous things to my entire body. i jerked and spasmed while he continued tickling.
"stop it," i said, pretty unconvincingly, i think it had to be obvious i was enjoying it.
"give the whiskey back," he said, and "i'll stop."
"no," i said.
"alright then," he said. "i'll keep tickling you."
eventually he wrestled it away from me, but this fight went on and off for the next few hours, between bouts of random nonsensical conversation. he stayed mostly in the armpit area, with a little bit of knee squeezing. i was dying for him to explore a little more, but the one girl was still awake and watching us, and eventually we woke the others up, too.
i could have done that into the next day. it was wonderful and yet so unsatisfying.
